the better man(Jayceon then O2A)

[Ares]

Young by Hollywood Undead plays, out walks the self proclaimed new hero Ares. After looking the crowd over, he walks to the ring. He enters and calls for a mic. He moves to the middle of the ring.

You see Jayceon, I did as I said I would. I flat out beat you. I didn't need to cheat or taunt. I just contoured and landed my "war hammer"(clothesline). You know cause I am the "god of war" in your mind. I never even had to unleash my powerful finisher.

He walks around the ring a bit, before returning to speaking.

You know what, I'd like you to come down to the ring Jayceon. So why don't you come on down.

Waits in the ring for a response from Jayceon or...

[Jayceon Williams]

Ask and ye shall recieve. On cue, "Lying From You/Dirt Off Your Shoulder" by Linkin Park/Jay-Z began blaring through the PA system. It didn't take long for Jayceon Williams to make his presence known. He stepped out from behind the curtain, with a microphone in his hand. He motioned his hand across his neck to signal for his theme music to be cut. He began to make his way down the ramp after his theme music was cut, and began to speak...

"Now I know what you're expecting me to do. You want me to come down here and say that you're a cheater... That you're win was a fluke... That there's no chance that you'd be able to do that again... If I was any other man... You'd be right in expecting such pathetic excuses for my loss."

Jayceon paused infront of the ring at the end of the ramp. He lifted a hand up with an extended finger. Shaking it side to side slowly, he continued...

"No. You're right. You did beat me. I guess you could say... I underestimated you. Didn't figure a man of your size would be capable of such twists and flips as easily as someone of my stature. You won. You beat me. Fair and square. Even managed to make me taste my own blood... Not many can say they did that..."

He shrugged his shoulders and a smirk crossed his face. He scoffed and shook his head. Then he said while making his way up to the ring apron...

"I'm not mad though. I see this as a chance to learn from my mistakes and better myself from the experience."

Jayceon climbed into the ring and folded his arms across his chest. Keeping the microphone close to his mouth...

"Now tell me something, Mr. Ares... What do you call me down here for?"

[Ares]

Well the reason I called you out might shock you. I called you out to shake your hand, for man you do have honor. But if you had bitches and all. I would have had to prove I am no fluke. Since that is not the case, I would like to talk to you about may joining forces to go after those tag team titles. What do you think?
He stands in the ring and existents his hand

Tag

[Jayceon Williams]

Jayceon cocked an eyebrow up at Ares. He was rather confused by this. They have one match together and now this Ares guy wants to be his partner? Even more than that... He wants to go for the tag team championship titles with him? He reached his hand out to Ares and firmly took a hold of his hand. Shook it briefly. Then released it. He raised his microphone up to his mouth and began to respond...

"Well... I have to admit... I am kind of taken back by your offer because it just baffles my mind as to why you would want to be my partner. We barely know each other. We've have one single match against each other. Now you want to be my tag team partner? Not just my tag team partner... But you want to make a run for the tag team championships?"

Jayceon shook his head and continued..

"Thanks for the offer but... I'm going to have to respectfully decline your offer. It's true. I am a former tag team champion. Undefeated even. But... There is only one partner that I want by my side in the ring and she knows who she is. Sorry to say Ares... But it's not happening."

[Ares]

That is kind of thought you would say. I just thought I'd see what you say. I mean tag teams should have respect for each other. I do see that you don't have a match for lock-up. And I also see from that look on your face you don't trust me. There is nothing you have to worry about. I have honor. I do not attack people.

He turns his atintion to the stage.

Is there anyone in the back that has the self respect to face me in the ring. Is there anyone that has honor in this compony?

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

The titan tron lights up with a single image



The drums begin, as the lights turn to the red associated with what has always been, the emergence of Brent Starr. He walks through the entrance, and stands at the top of the ramp, his Mid-Atlantic championship belt on his shoulder. Mic in hand, he points to the man in the ring, and laughs for a second, before speaking.

You call yourself the god of war, Ares? No, no your not. You may share the name of the made up mythological legend by the name of Ares, but that is where the parallels end.

He begins walking down the ramp as he continues speaking. The fans all grouping together to get on camera with him in the foreground

You don't even know what war is. You've never been to war like I have. Every day is a war, MY LIFE is a war. I've made my career based on going to war, each and every night. I've faced, and beaten the best of the best. I've taken down giants, champions, legends, dragons, our current GCW Champion, the former GCW Champion even. I've taken the best from other companies to their limits, and squashed their hopes and dreams in less then 10 minutes.

No, you've never been to war like me. You never will either, not if you keep trying to push this bullshit on the people, referring to yourself as the god of war.

By this time, he's reached the ring, climbed onto the apron, and steps between the ropes, and into the ring

Now you ask for someone with self respect, someone with honor? You have no honor, you have no respect. All you have, are pink mittens on your hands, begging for a beating, that Jayceon Williams here, no offense, couldn't give you in one match. But I, I can do that. I can be the one man welcoming committee, to beat you down so bad, you second guess your existance in this company.

Not for this title, no, you haven't even earned the right to LOOK at this belt, let alone challenge for it. I'll do it just because... just because you've irked me. Because you've tainted this ring with your mockery of my given status. Because, well, I don't care if I win or lose against you, I'll just enjoy beating black and blue into your skin tone permanently.

He steps close to Ares, nearly right in his face

It all adds up to one thing Ares... you asked for it, and this is it, right here. Your chance to go to war, and yes, this..is..war!

The fans roar and begin to chant the phrase
THIS IS WAR
THIS IS WAR
THIS IS WAR

[Jayceon Williams]

Jayceon looks at Brent Starr. Then he looks at Ares. His gaze returns to Brent Starr. And, again he looks at Ares. A look of disbelief crosses his face. What the hell? Seriously. What the hell? Jayceon knew damn well that he wasn't just going to be brushed to the side like he was nothing. He declined Ares' partnership and now... Just like that... He snubs Jayceon like he's no longer standing there. As if... Jayceon raised his microphone up and looked over at Brent Starr...

"No offense taken by your comment there, Mr. Starr. I may have not beaten Mr. Ares over here in our first encounter... But you know for a fact that Jayceon Williams isn't one to be taken lightly You know you're very FAMiliar with my work. Sure. I've lost. It's not a first for me. I've simply underestimated my opponent. A mistake on my part. My bad. I've been away from the ring and I've made a rookie's mistake. Probably wasn't at my best that night. However... I'm not just going to stand off to the sidelines or make my exit just because Mr. Ares here can't seem to take rejection too well."

He looks back at Ares, and then he continued...

"And you Mr. Ares... I'm never worried about the opposition. Whether you were planning to attack me or not... You're not someone I'm going to worry about. You beat me once. ONCE. And now you're high and mighty... I refuse to be tossed aside just because I don't want to be your tag team partner, nor would I want to go after the tag team titles without someone I knew or trusted in the ring. This isn't my first rodeo. You need to learn a little something about respect and honor... Cause you've obviously got the wrong definition in your mind."

Jayceon looked back over to Brent Starr.

"Now... If you two want to go at it? Fine with me. I'm not going to stop it. However... I'm not going to be discarded like I'm yesterday's news. Forget that. You want to show you're own superiority, Mr. Starr? Well... Count me in on the action. I've got my own score to settle with Ares over here. Why not make this a triple threat match?"

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

Through clenched teeth he seethed

Another triple threat? FINE! I've made it known to the world how much I detest triple threats, as they are more about luck, then skill. Though I've also made quite the reputation, for wins in those matches as well.

Alright, I'm fine with that. Just know that it's nothing to write home about if either of you manage to just luck out and get a pin. Triple threats, are nothing, especially when you have someone else doing damage when your not. If ya need someone else to help you get a win, join the tag division. So, that being said, do what you will.

He turns his gaze to Ares, awaiting the rookies words

[Ares]

With a look of annoyed on his face. Ares looks right at Starr.


Well that's all well and good. I wasn't about to ask for a shot at that belt. I know I haven't earned it... yet. But you must think highly of yourself acting as if you know a man you've never seen. How cocky you truly must be to take me so lightly. I am new here, but that means I can not be scouted before our match. But you on the. Other hand can be. So how about this a three way dance. If I win I face you one on one so we truly see if it was luck or skill that wins the war.

He turns to Jaycean with mic still at his mouth.



You think I was meaning to disrespect you? That was not my intent. I was just understanding your answer and moving on. I mean no need it wasted words after all. And if you weren't at your best in our match, then we must face each other again to see who is truly better. But no matter how our three way dance goes. I will prove I belong here with the greats. For I am your new hero. I am(looks straight at Starr) the god of W.A.R. You will respect me.

He looks both the guys over before dropping the mic at there feet.

Occ: the gloves are not suppose to be the cat paws. It was suppose to be the miz ones. I must have put the wrong number down.